Zhi’er opened her eyes wide.
"Warning? What did Brother Fu Ce warn her about?"
The young boy looked at her: "As you said, Bai Yanyan has ill intentions, and in my view, she would harm you."
"Everyone in the mortal world fears me like a plague, so I told her to stay away from you."
At this point, under Feng Fuce’s long brows, his black eyes were deep and mysterious.
"The infamous reputation of the Xiuluo Guard precedes us, she will fear it, but she probably won’t stop. Today, you and your classmates were present, so I didn’t act directly."
After all, Zhi’er was having so much fun.
If he spilled blood on the Martial Arts Training Ground, it would leave an indelible shadow on her.
She’s the type who gets a little scared at the sight of bloodstains on the ground.
Hearing this, Zhi’er opened her small mouth in a round shape, unable to speak for a long time.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Scared you?"
He didn’t want to say it, fearing she couldn’t handle it.
Zhi’er quickly shook her head: "If that’s the case, I misunderstood Brother Fu Ce! Next time, you should tell me directly, good friends shouldn’t keep secrets!"
Feng Fuce’s thin lips slightly pressed together, his gaze deep and dark.
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Cold, vast, solitary in the universe.
Feng Fuce was not in the habit of explaining to anyone.
But after hearing Zhi’er’s words, the young boy was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I’ve been here for a few years, and I’m not very accustomed to the way you interact."
Moreover, he didn’t really care about what happened to insignificant, weak mortals.
But now, things were a little different.
Feng Fuce told Zhi’er: "However, you can teach me."
Zhi’er immediately put down her chopsticks and ran around the table with small steps.
She jumped directly into Feng Fuce’s arms, hugging him with her small hands.
Feng Fuce was taken aback: "What are you doing?"
"I’m teaching you to hug!" The little girl’s voice was soft and sweet, her big eyes sparkling like stars.
Zhi’er said: "Whenever I’m happy, I like to hug, my mother, my father, Sister Qingmei, my brothers, it’s always !"
The little girl grabbed Feng Fuce’s clearly defined hand and placed it on her back.
"Hug ! Come on, Brother Fu Ce, put your head on this one’s shoulder!"
Feng Fuce, full of suspicion, still followed her lead.
Because of Zhi’er’s height, he had to get off from the chair, bend his knees slightly to hold her entirely in his arms, and then lean his own head on the little girl.
For the first time in thousands of years, he was this intimate with someone else.
Zhi’er’s soft baby voice came to his ears: "So, how does it feel?"
Feng Fuce didn’t rush to answer.
Under his long brows, in his dark cold eyes, flashed an invisible red glow.
If he had to describe the feeling.
Then, the auspicious fragrance on her body was just too enticing.
Making it impossible for Feng Fuce to ignore.
Yet, he managed to restrain his violent nature.
After a while, he finally responded to Zhi’er: "Feels... very good."
The little girl released him with a smile: "That’s right, Brother Fu Ce, when you’re happy, you can hug the other person!"
Feng Fuce was very puzzled by this strange feeling, why did it keep lingering in his heart?
On the way back to the palace.
The sky had already darkened, inside the carriage, Zhi’er leaned against Feng Fuce’s arm, sleeping soundly and sweetly.
Occasionally, passing through the streets, dim warm light cast inside from outside the window, landing on the little one’s snow-white, round face.
Giving her an extraordinary tranquility.
Beautiful, as if she didn’t belong to the mortal world.